i have EDNOS. the first time i remember counting calories was 12. at 13, i went to see a psychiatrist and cycled through a bunch of antidepressants that didn't work, so he put me on an antipsychotic. i gained a lot of weight and developed a binging habit, but my solution was to completely starve myself for years. i was essentially anorexic, but i don't fit the diagnostic criteria because my body just won't be underweight. i just bounced back between binge eating and starving myself from 2018-2025. during that time, my weight fluctuates 40-60 lbs every couple of years, so my metabolism is fucked up too. i've finally stabilized a bit now.
when i was binge eating, i had no energy. i felt like shit all of the time, i ate in secret, and i only felt ashamed of myself. i ate weird food combinations specifically because i just wanted *something* that would satiate the need. it didn't matter what. personally, i'm scared of vomiting... and i started vomiting, so i stopped. when i was starving myself, i had no energy, too. i was dizzy, my hair was falling out, i was cold all the time, i often almost passed out while doing things i loved, and i couldn't concentrate. after a while, i got so scared of these symptoms i realized that i had to at least try to recover.
when i started recovery in 2021, i did it on my own. it was horrendous. i cried while eating, i had panic attacks all the time, and i was terrified out of my mind about gaining weight. eventually i had to accept that i was going to gain weight. it was easier after that. i eventually just had to accept that my body's baseline weight is always going to be 10-20 lbs overweight. my body has muscles which let me move. my body has fat that protects my organs. the placement of my fat is like my mother's. body fat itself isn't a bad thing, and one can still have a high body fat percentage even if they do everything "right" (exercise, watch their diet, etc). eventually, i just realized that the fat on my body isn't bad. it is protecting me. no matter how much i weigh, there are still the same people in my corner that love me through it all. your weight doesn't define how worthy of life you are. it's neutral. you are still a person, no matter what you weigh. i can't say that recovery will be easy, but it's worth it to try.